Among Trees

She walked through the forest at night. The moon high, but her gaze low. Her illumination came from her memory. The walk was familiar though she’d never walked that far.

Tall trees, like bars on a cage, kept her company. Though she could not see the animals called and shattered the silence. She imagined her walk would be long, but she never did know when her comforting cage door would open releasing her into unbound openness.

There was innocence and naivety. Her dress became more dirty the longer the walk too. Whether the forest was taking the cleanness of her dress or if her cleanness was taking along the forest she couldn’t truly tell. For a while she could see herself and the forest becoming one. Her tall tree arms and wide root feet. The forest was everything she wanted to be.

Though the walk would soon end she enjoyed it loosely. She wouldn’t stay still hugging trees or stuff the soft moss in her pockets. She simply walked without foreseeable end, just an understanding of end.

For all things end, but memory did not so she let it illuminate.